Dance

Dance

I heard someone once say
“You hurt the ones you love the most”
I think the saying is untrue
I heard he came close to hurting you
I heard you asked him
“Why do you say the things you do”
I heard someone say you don’t like music no more
Don’t sing anymore
Don’t dance no more
Before you decide that music and dance has died
Guide your fingers around your hairbrush microphone
Get into the zone
Glide your feet to the beat
Don’t break bread in other’s mistakes
Treat each of your mistakes
Like handshakes
Like milkshakes
Every step you take
Earthquake
Devil’s food cake
Or Angel’s food cake
Escape with every breath you take
Every step you take
Shake your body like a heart transplant
Dance like a heart attack
Dance from your finger finger tips
To the smile on your lips
To your tippy tippy toes
Dance from the tip of your nose
To your gangsta clothes
Gangsta pose
Gangsta soul
Dance till your gangsta heart goes
Boom, boom, boom
Don’t stop till the silver spoon jumps the sugar
Moon, moon, moon
Don’t stop till the body rock
Till the body atomic drop
Till the body hip hop
Belly flop
Flip flop
Tank top
Stop
Dance

my first blog

Well, this is going to be my first attempt to blog. I am kind of excited and have many short stories and poems to publish.

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